LRAB Chapter 389 : The Price of the Divine Shaman
Chapter 389 : The Price of the Divine Shaman
Chapter 389 (388): The Price of the Divine Shaman
The vast golden pillar of light, as immeasurable as the beginning of the universe, the two brilliant golden eyes burning with eternal flames, and the ancient divine voice resonating deep within the soul all proclaimed that the sun god Ra had indeed been resurrected.
However, the words that followed instantly pulled Ian out of his shock and plunged him into a deeper, almost mind-blowing bewilderment.
"Descendant of the Prince family, your arrival is no accident." The sun god Rana's grand and majestic voice clearly uttered the surname.
I was surprised to hear the name of the Prince family again.
Who could have imagined this?
"??????"
Ian's thoughts froze instantly.
Ian Prince stood frozen, his mind nearly blank. The name Prince—this surname—was mentioned again, and this time it came from the very mouth of Ra, the sun god.
The implications of this are hard to ignore.
Prince, Prince.
The name struck him like a bolt of lightning, cleaving through the fog of his memories.
Not long ago, when Hades, amidst the storm of the battle between gods and demons, revealed the secret of the "Primordial Vault" to him in a whispered soul, after the phrase "traveler hidden in the shadows," Hades seemed to have mentioned his family as well? At that time, the roar of the divine war and the lamentation of space also greatly shocked Ian.
However, due to the urgency of the situation, Ian didn't have time to ask Hades too many questions, and he had almost put the matter out of his mind for the time being. Unexpectedly, first Hades Osiris, and now the sun god Ra, these ancient Egyptian gods seem to know everything about the Prince family.
"What on earth is going on?" Ian couldn't help but ask, his voice trembling slightly with shock. "How...how could my family be connected to the ancient Egyptian gods?"
As a Hogwarts wizard from thousands of years in the future, Ian's knowledge of his family history is quite limited, since the Prince family had already declined by his time.
All that remained was the vague name of the "Potion-Making Family" and a few tattered family notebooks. He had never imagined that this wizarding family, originating from England, would have such a deep connection with the ancient Egyptian pantheon.
and.
Anyone could tell at a glance that he was a member of the Prince family.
He, Ian Prince, is the last descendant of the Prince family, renowned for its potions, thousands of years in the future. He is a wizard who grew up in the dusty archives of Hogwarts Library and in the cauldrons of Potions class!
Who would have thought that his surname, which had long since faded away in the magical world and was even nearly extinct, would appear so abruptly twice in the mouth of the ancient Egyptian god Zhang?
Moreover, it is directly related to the sun god Ra, and this evil god who is capable of destroying the world?
The Prince family and ancient Egypt—perhaps they have some unknown past? This is certainly more absurd than discovering a pyramid beneath the foundations of Hogwarts!
Ian's legendary wisdom was working frantically, trying to piece together this impossible connection. The Prince family, a family of potion makers, has always been gifted with extraordinary talents. —Could it be—? A vague, almost impossible thought surfaced in his mind, but before he could delve into it, the sun god Ra spoke.
Ra’s golden eyes shone with wisdom that transcended millennia.
"Bloodline doesn't lie, Ian Prince. Your ancestors made a sacred pact with me, a covenant that transcends time and still flows in your blood."
As the words of the sun god Ra faded away.
A feeling far stronger and more primal than confusion overwhelmed him!
My blood is boiling!
This is not a metaphor; it is a real, deep-seated throbbing and resonance originating from the very depths of life!
Ian felt a dormant power awaken within him. His blood seemed to be infused with molten gold, surging and roaring along ancient veins. He could clearly "hear" each beat of his heart, resonating with the grand and slow "heartbeat" of the sun god Rana.
Beneath his skin, countless tiny, golden runes seemed to appear and burn, ancient marks belonging to the "Prince" bloodline that he had never perceived before.
At this moment, it is being forcibly activated by the resurrected Sun God King before us!
An unprecedented sense of power filled his body, both strange and familiar, as if it had always been a part of him, only dormant for a long time.
"This is!?"
Ian stared in shock at his hands, feeling the new life force surging through his veins.
"Bloodline Pact?" Ian's voice trembled as his blood surged. He suppressed the churning sensation within his body and looked up at the two burning suns.
The sun god Ra's burning golden eyes, like two miniature stars, calmly gazed down upon Ian. His will descended once more, carrying the dust of antiquity and the weight of the covenant: "An ancient oath—the ancestors of Prince made a blood pact before the Temple of the Sun God. With eternal loyalty, they guarded the purity and undying flame of 'Ra.' In return, 'Ra' bestowed upon them the extraordinary talent to temper all things in the 'True Fire of the Sun.' This is the truth of 'The Source of Magical Potions.' Your bloodline is the continuation of this oath, your talents are the echo of this covenant."
His voice revealed a long-forgotten history.
"In exchange for the flames that protect the sun, I gain the ability to forge potions within those flames—" Ian murmured, each word exploding in his mind like thunder.
The other party's pedantic words, translated, mean that an ancient pact is being fulfilled. The Prince family swore to protect the sun's flames, in exchange for the extraordinary talent to forge potions within those sacred flames.
"I see!"
These words were like a key, unlocking the doubts that had lingered in Ian's heart for years. He finally understood why the Prince family had been potion geniuses for generations, why they had an innate talent for controlling fire, and why even the most complex potion formulas seemed effortless in their hands.
The source of magic potions!
The Prince family's potion-making talent is so extraordinary that it far exceeds common sense. Their potions always manage to create miracles at the most crucial step, through the ultimate control of fire!
It turns out that all of this originated from an ancient pact with the sun god! It wasn't just a simple skill; it was a gift from an ancient god! It was a "talent" flowing in one's blood, resonating with the power of the sun god!
The source of Ian and Uncle Snape's potion-making talent, which they were so proud of, lies here!
At that moment, he felt as if he had touched upon an ultimate secret about his family and the nature of the potion, a secret sealed away by time for thousands of years.
No one knows whether the truth behind the Prince family's downfall is also related to this. Was it a failure to protect? Or betrayal? Or perhaps it was because there was no longer divine protection after Ragnarok?
"So our potions are able to..." Ian murmured to himself, seeking confirmation from the sun god before him, "at the cost of protecting you?"
La Wei nodded slightly.
"Each generation of the Prince family produces a Sun God Wizard, responsible for protecting the sun's flame during the darkest night. And you, Ian Prince, are the guardian I have chosen for this generation."
Although he accurately stated Ian's name, he may not have realized that Ian was not of this generation. Ian's ability to conceal his temporal attributes after leaving ancient Greece had become unparalleled. Therefore, it's likely that the sun god chose Ian simply because he had sensed Ian's bloodline beforehand.
He may not have known that Ian came from the future.
"But"
Ian was about to ask another question when a deafening roar suddenly erupted from outside.
"Damn it!!!" A roar mixed with endless anger and greed, like the lament of billions of souls, exploded from the walls of flesh and blood all around!
That was an evil god! He sensed the anomaly deep within his heart! He sensed the resurgence of the stolen "Flame of Ra," which should have belonged to him! He sensed that within the "child," who should have been the perfect vessel, was the burgeoning power of the sun god, enough to incinerate from the inside out!
"Thief! Traitor! You long-dead remnant, how dare you rise again within my body?!" The evil god's thoughts were filled with blasphemous rage.
"I am you! I am everything to you! The Eye of Ra is already my eye! Your power is already my flesh and blood! I will completely devour you, along with you, this pathetic 'traveler,' and turn you into the cornerstone of my 'perfection'!" The evil god Set-Apep had clearly realized the changes that had occurred within.
He's turning the tables on me.
Facts aside.
With this roar, the entire cellar, the heart of this evil god, emitted an unbearable, dying cry, like a colossal beast on the verge of death! The pulsation became frantic and chaotic, as if the heart was about to burst! The viscous flesh and blood walls convulsed and swelled violently, and countless thick blood vessels twisted like convulsing giants!
An indescribable, terrifying energy, a mixture of devouring and assimilating power, surged in from all directions like a tsunami, its target the golden pillar of light at the center and Ian within it!
Clearly, the evil god had begun a frenzied counterattack. He was determined to use his last strength, sparing no expense, to crush and assimilate Ra and Ian before Ra was fully resurrected! Through the wall of flesh and blood, Ian could sense that Hades and Osiris were struggling to hold on—Osiris's deathly power was noticeably weakening.
Isis's life energy also began to flicker.
There was no way around it; even Hades, a secondary god, began to feel somewhat overwhelmed when faced with an evil god capable of infinite evolution and approaching the level of a main god.
This is the best illustration of why even gods cannot defeat a cheater. At this critical moment, the sun god Rana's burning golden eyes turned to Ian, his intention as clear and urgent as a final command.
“There’s no time left,” Ra’s expression turned grave. “Set-Appepp is trying to devour Osiris and Isis. If he succeeds, all the worlds will be plunged into eternal darkness.”
Ian gripped his wand tightly: "What should we do?"
A hint of helplessness flashed in La's golden eyes.
"Most of my power has still been stolen by Set-Appepp. He usurped my authority through the Eye of Ra, the core source of the sun god's power."
The sun god Ra paused for a moment, his burning golden eyes seemingly piercing through layers of flesh and blood to see the outside world, his gaze locking onto the medium through which his power had been stolen.
"I knew it! That's why he always had the Eye of Ra around his neck!" Ian instantly understood! That giant eye, covered in pus and oozing a purplish-red light, was the key to everything!
"That's exactly what you think."
The sun god Ra nodded in response.
"You must destroy the Eye of Ra and sever its connection to the power of the Sun God. Only then can I regain all my power and end this disaster completely."
He hoped Ian would lend a helping hand.
"no problem."
Ian also wants to be a good person.
He immediately looked at Ra, the sun god, his eyes filled with determination.
The sun god Ra did not respond, but instead focused its burning golden eyes on Ian one last time. Then, the vast golden divine power, no longer restrained, erupted like a bursting dam!
This light was different from before; it was sharper and more destructive. But this time, the direction of the eruption was not outward, but inward, downward, and in all directions! This power was like the sharpest divine sword, carrying the resolute will to "disembowel" it, fiercely slashing towards the core flesh and blood of the evil god that enveloped the sleeve!
"Boom!!"
An indescribable roar! It didn't come from the outside, but from inside the cellar—the fleshy platform beneath Ian's feet seemed to be torn apart by an invisible giant hand!
A massive, ferocious spatial rift, its edges flowing with golden divine flames and purplish-red pus, was forcibly torn open on the flesh-and-blood wall before the Sun God Ra! Beyond the rift, there was no longer flesh and blood, but rather blurred, distorted light and shadow and roars belonging to the external battlefield of gods and demons!
An "exit" leading to the outside world has appeared!
A painful and furious roar came from outside, clearly indicating that the attack had severely wounded him from within.
"Going out from here will save some time." La pointed to the passage that was healing rapidly. "I will try my best to keep the passage open, but I can't do it for long."
The sun god spoke urgently.
At the same time, the evil god's roar reached its peak! On the torn, bloody wall, countless faces of ghost brides emerged and struggled amidst the pus and blood! They were extensions of the evil god's power, manifestations of suffering! They screamed, surging out of the split flesh like a tidal wave, their pale arms transforming into claws, carrying a resentment that assimilated everything, frantically lunging at the newly torn fissure, their target Ian!
"He found out! But I wasn't the one who attacked, so this revenge against me doesn't make any sense!" Ian exclaimed, as dozens of ghost brides pounced on him with eerie speed.
At this critical moment, Ian felt the awakened power of his bloodline surge within him.
The voice of the sun god Ra echoed in his mind.
"By harnessing the power of the contract, my strength will be with you!"
In a flash of inspiration, Ivor traced a complex arc with his wand. He no longer used conventional magic, but instead drew upon the newly awakened power originating from an ancient pact.
The suppressed, sealed, and dormant legendary magic suddenly revived.
Because his bloodline was activated, it seemed as if the sun god Ra was helping him; Ian, whose magic was revitalized, also used the power of paradox.
This defines the eternal loss of these ghost brides.
"Your existence is defined as a paradox—both born and die, both exist and pass away. Under this definition, you will be trapped in eternal delusion, never to find your way back!"
In a flash of inspiration, Effey's wand traced intricate trajectories. Empowered by the power of the sun god, the gap between ranks was smoothed out, allowing the power of paradox to be maximized.
This was not an attack, but a definition. Not destruction, but a reconstruction. The ghost brides suddenly froze in mid-air, their bodies becoming translucent, as if they existed simultaneously in multiple timelines yet not in any one. A blank, confused expression crossed their faces, as if they had forgotten the meaning of their own existence.
He began to spin and wander wildly in place. Seeing Ian use the power of paradox, the sun god Ra glanced at Ian in surprise, a glint of disbelief flashing in his golden eyes.
But he didn't ask any more questions, he just urged us on impatiently.
"Quick! The passage is about to close!"
Without hesitation, Ian swiftly transformed into his raven form. In the final moments before taking flight into the passage, he glanced back—the figure of Ra, the sun god, had become blurred and transparent; clearly, severely injuring the evil god from within and maintaining the passage had drained him of a great deal of power. But his two golden eyes remained resolute.
He nodded slightly to Ian.
"It's up to you now."